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George Pretwic, Stella's fiancé. Karol Count Drahomir, Pretwic's friend. Countess Miliszewska. Jan Count Miliszewski. Anton Zuk, secretary of the county. Dr. Jozwowicz. Mrs. Czeska. Mr. Podczaski. Servants. The stage represents a drawing-room with the principal door leading to the garden. There are also side doors to the other rooms. Princess Stella. Mrs. Czeska. Czeska.
There were stories, too; stories of Kas-ka-tan, the chief; of the Crazy Man of the Berry Moon; of Zuk, the lost hunter; of the Maiden of the Snows, whose heart was of ice, and whose voice was the splashing of tiny waters, and of the mighty Fire God, whose breath alone could move the heart of the Maiden of the Snows, so that in the springtime when he spoke to her of love, her laughter was heard in the tiny rills of the woodland.
She is already tired. Where is the prince? Stella. In the garden. He wishes you to come here. George. We will go. But you must not tell the doctor anything of our affair. I wish to tell him first. I have asked papa also to keep the secret. Jan, carry my trunk up-stairs and have the package I left in the antechamber sent at once to Mr. Anton Zuk, the secretary of the county. Very well, doctor.
No matter; after I have sprung the mine I shall be calmer and the mine is ready. Anton. But it will cost you too much. Doctor. Yes, but I shall not retract. Anton. At least be careful and do not smear your hands with the powder. The same. Stella. Ah, excuse me. Doctor. Mr. Anton Zuk, a friend of mine. Stella. You told me to stay in bed and it is so hard to lie down. Mrs.
In your eyes there shone hatred for me, although I have never wronged, you. Be the judge yourself! Doctor. We shall see. Jozwowicz. Servant. Servant. A messenger brought this letter from Mr. Anton Zuk. Doctor. Give it to me. I will crush you into dust; and now I shall not hesitate any longer. Jozwowicz. Mrs. Czeska. Doctor, I am looking for you. Doctor. What has happened? Czeska. Stella is ill.
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